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Nathan Vancil
Born in Florida
2 years
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"Dont cry because i'm gone but smile because we happened"unknown origin


This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Nathan Christopher Vancil who was born in Margate Florida  on November 7, 2003 and became an angel on March 10, 2006 at the tender age of 2. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.

 

 



 

 

 

Dearest Lord Jesus.

My protector and guide.

Help me to always

walk by your side.

Stay close beside me-

as close as can be...

Send your best blessings

to be here with me.

Thank you sweet Jesus

for all that you do.

Thank you for letting me

always walk with you.

 

 

 

 


My Dearest, Jesus is calling your name

My Dearest, Jesus is calling your name
How can I go on, nothing will be the same
Our loved ones are crying, they see you in pain
When you're in heaven, how will life continue again
I hear the angels singing to you
They are making you welcome so soon
I will send all my love for you too
I have heard how beautiful The Lord's house really is
You have suffered much, now you will truly live

My Dearest, Jesus is calling your name
He will hold your hand and take away your pain
I will watch you, as your wings begin to take flight
But you will never leave my soul tonight

I will kiss all those we care for and tell them of your love
When Jesus comes with angels from above
Yet, this is not our last goodbye
For I see eternity with Jesus' eyes

As you take your last breath here
I will see the smile you give
You will be in heaven, my love
With Jesus, you will live

© by Linda Ann Henry



 


 

 

 


 

Never let go of your dreams

Children of morning, children of night,
call to the wind for your guiding light.
Children of winter call unto to spring,
children of summer take flight on a wing.
Laughing, crying, jumping, and play,
each life was formed from natures fresh clay.
Molded, and shaped just like you are,
not manufactured like a train, or a car.
Evening approaches take shelter for the night,
for from Heaven shall come the brightest of light.
Reach out your hands and touch a star,
no matter if it seems to be to far.
Grasp your future, and hold on tight,
never let go of that shinning light.

Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

For A Child

Your friends shall be the tall wind,
The river and the tree;
The sun that laughs and marches,
The swallow and the sea.

Your prayers shall be the murmur
Of grasses in the rain;
The song of wildwood thrushes
That makes God glad again.

And you shall run and wander
And you shall dream and sing
Of brave things and bright things
Beyond the swallow's wing.

And you shall envy no man,
Nor hurt your heart with sighs,
For I will keep you simple
That God may make you wise.

By: Fanny Stearns Davis

 

 

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Diaper Nathan Resting Place 2-24-06